One of our call girls is missing It sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn't show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiest - and most profitable. 'Find her, shamus,' she said. 'And fast!' 'My pleasure,' I said. My name is Joe Puma. I call myself a detective and I get a hundred bucks a day. The girl's name was Jean Talsman. She called herself an entertainer and she got a hundred bucks a night. The job had delightful possibilities - until some joker started making corpses out of the customers, and I found a few dealers in sudden death camped on my own doorstep.
by William Campbell Gault
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